Everything just feels so out of control. I don’t remember who I am or who I was. Whatever life I had is gone, shattered into a million tiny pieces. Sometimes it’s hard to breathe.
You make me feel real. And who you are and who we are together doesn’t make you the wrong person for the job, it makes you the only person for the job.
There’s a place in your mind no one can get to. A place that belongs only to you. No matter what they say, no matter what they do, no one can reach you there. Pain is a dream.